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Regect would be walking to his next class. But pulling out a crumbled paper to look through it for a moment.
He had . . Math. Yeah, greaaaat. His eyes directing back up to other people walking with each other, or yelling in the hallways.
Also great.
He needed to find a friend or even someone to talk to soon, he didn’t know how he would function properly without one.
But who? What if he becomes friends with someone who he shouldn’t have? Or someone who he doesn’t want to be friends with when he becomes friends with them.
Maybe he could be fine for now, it was still his first day after all.
He looked at the room entrance , before walking in. The room was very bright — Like, to the point where it hurt his eyes from even having them open.
…
Squinting to the front of the classroom, he saw a board with a seating chart. Along with everyone else's names from the class.
When the class started, he did get some additional help. But other than that? The teacher went too fast paced for him to keep up.
…
'' Hey, do you understand this? '' He would lean in closer to a person on his left, after hearing their short but predictable response. He leaned back. This class is going amazing.
Then choosing to put his head down, he didn’t get anything yet since it was his first day here. But might as well use his free time well.
His thoughts trailed back to the first class, finding it funny how he got away with it. But not laughing to himself, he didn’t want the same thing to happen again.
Though..
There was something else poking at him, though he was trying to not acknowledge that he did that. But it wouldn’t leave his head.
He just needs to focus on taking a free nap, not a person.
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He would write something every now and then, but eventually fell back asleep. He didn’t care if the teacher got angry, he just needed some rest.
He hoped the rest of the day would go by quicker than this..
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When he was walking in the halls, he waved at a few people with a grin on his face. Was he forcing it? Yeah, he was. But no one noticed anyways.
When he was walking alone, he got reminded of that class. He didn’t remember much.. But he did remember one thing.
The feeling of something was st —
''ZE! MY DUDE! WHAT’S UP?''
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A group of people would yell to him, mainly one loud guy walking with them all. As the others only added a few comments. Before Ze would get pulled between the group.
''OW! — Dude, no need to drag me over.'' He would glare to the guy who dragged him over. But it was quickly dismissed when he heard them chatting about some guy.
Oh come on.
''Oh that guy? I don’t know his name, but he was in my first period.'' Ze would say with a shrug, and acting like he almost seemed like nothing to him.
And he will hopefully stay like that.
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Eventually, he would make it to his gym class. He would sit down on the bleachers, expecting another free day.
Before the teacher said they were going outside. — Well shit. That means they are doing something.
He frowned and walked alone, a person attempted to speak to him but pretended that he didn’t hear them chatting about.. Whatever it was.
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They would eventually go down to the field, looking down to check his phone for a quick second. His attention switched when he heard a rolling of a ball.
Is this..
''MISTER? ARE WE PLAYING SOCCER?!'' He practically jumped up, staring at the teacher and then at the ball. For a second, he looked really dumb — But he didn’t notice at the time of his quick burst of energy.
''.. Yes? I thought you —'' The teacher would still be walking down as he only blinked to already have a soccer ball being kicked around. Along with other students joining in.
''… At least they are playing.'' The teacher whispered, almost laughing to himself. He had never seen him ever want to go along with what he had planned for the day.
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